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Mc Creator - The Line at the Door (стоим в очереди) -Ai•track

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We keep standing in the line at the door Paying rent just to pace this floor Talking big in a small glass screen While the world burns behind the meme We keep laughing so we don’t get sore Singing hope like an unpaid chore Is this living or a crowded dream In the line at the door He prays On a plastic chair She works Till the subway’s bare

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Mc Creator - The Line at the Door (стоим в очереди) -Ai•track

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That's another warning Blue glow, we eating up the morning We keep feeling in the line at the door Paying rent, just to taste this floor The fucking big and the small glass screen One by one, while the world was behind me We keep listening, so we don't get sore I'm singing hope, lacking, unpaid short Is this living or a crowded dream? In the line at the door We keep feeling in the line at the door Paying rent, just to taste this floor The fucking big and the small glass screen One by one, while the world was behind me We keep laughing, so we don't get sore I'm singing hope, lacking, unpaid short Is this living or a crowded dream? In the line at the door Paying rent, just to taste this floor The fucking big and the small glass screen One by one, while the world was behind me We keep laughing, so we don't get sore

I'm singing hope, lacking, unpaid short Is this living or a crowded dream? In the line at the door Paying rent, just to taste this floor The fucking big and the small glass screen One by one, while the world was behind me We keep listening, so we don't get sore I'm singing hope, lacking, unpaid short Is this living or a crowded dream? In the line at the door Paying rent, just to taste this floor The fucking big and the small glass screen One by one, while the world was behind me We keep listening, so we don't get sore I'm singing hope, lacking, unpaid short Is this living or a crowded dream? In the line at the door Paying rent, just to taste this floor The fucking big and the small glass screen One by one, while the world was behind me

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